The dogs let me sleep in until eight o’clock this morning
which was something of a result. I made toast and had my usual look at the
Internet.
There was something of a theme on Facebook this morning.
People in all sorts of groups including work-related ones, baby-boomers and
sci-fi (to name a few) were banging on about how they plan to put up
their Christmas decorations this weekend, and were rather confrontational and
aggressive about it. If putting up the tinsel makes people happy, then good for
them. Why not - after all, the Christmas adverts have been in the shops and on
telly for some time already.
However (as I’ve said before) personally I get fed
up with it. This year I think I would enjoy Christmas were it in the first
weekend of December. However it isn’t. It’s in the fourth week of December and
I suspect I will be fed up with hearing about it by then.
I munzed, and amazed myself by getting Wordle on only the
second attempt. I always start with “table” and today got the first two
letters right first time. I could only think of one other word starting with “ta”.
I then drove the dogs up to the woods. As I drove the
footballer Ian Wright was on “Desert Island Discs”. He sounded rather
interesting, but does he *really* listen to opera?
We got to the woods where there was chaos in the car park.
When we get there the dogs stay on their leads until we are a little way away
from the car park. Today several people had arrived at the same time and just
thrown their car doors open. Dogs were running wild round the car park, and the
queue of cars waiting to get in was growing. No one wanted to drive in for fear
of running a dog over.
When we eventually parked we had a good walk. We walked for
four miles and once away from the car park we didn’t see anyone else at all.
The dead deer was still there but the dogs didn’t see it. I had half a mind to
drag the thing home and see if I might flog it to a local butcher, but
according to the British
Deer Society that would be illegal. According to the Internet if you find a
dead deer on Forestry England’s land you should phone them and tell them.
So once home I gave Forestry England a ring.
I then looked at the clock, got out all the pond filter
cleaning kit, cleaned out the pond filter, put all the kit away and looked at
the clock again. It took less than fifteen minutes and I wasn’t left with a
seriously aching back and smelling of fish poo like I used to be after filter
cleaning. This pressure filter is so much better than what I used to have.
I then took a hammer to the front garden fence to repair
the poggered panels. In theory the fence belongs to next door. In practice the
thing has been falling apart for years. I bodged it back together, then popped
over the garden centre to get one of those plastic plant trellis things to
cover it over. It’ll do for now. It needs a proper fix, but I’m loathe to do
anything major that will upset hibernating insects and bugs until they wake up
next spring.
That’s my lame excuse, and I’m sticking to it.
I made us both another cuppa then had another look at the
Internet where Facebook showed me a memory. There’s a local path that floods
regularly. A year ago I contacted
my local councilor about it. She eventually replied saying it wasn’t her
problem. And a year later the path still floods.
Over a dinner of pie and chips we watched more “Taskmaster”
which was rather good.
I’ve got a minor guts ache now…
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